Sunday, July 24, 2005

Innocence

How long I stood in awe of you
little bundle;
as if your solemn peacefulness and steady eyes
could penetrate disguise and know
the imperfections masked below.

You looked at me with such intent
little bundle;
as if your newborn thoughts were weighing every phrase
and your unflinching gaze inferred
the motives behind every word.

Your holiness unsettles me
little bundle;
I too was holy once in milk's white purity
until the subtle tree of knowing cast its shadow on my growing.

(c) A McN


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